[ It's about fifteen minutes before he comes back. Tight-voiced, an edge of pain in it. ] Thought I could distract him. Didn't fucking work out that way. Turned around, he was there. Beat the shit out of me. Passed out. Nothing broken, not that I can tell, but I, I can barely walk.
[ A pause. This is, by Rust's estimation, the worst of it. ] He didn't talk til the end. Called me his new toy.
No. [ The answers come rapidfire, disconnected. ] Ah, leg, right leg.
Listen. [ His voice slows. Emphatic, fighting for a moment of clarity: ] You come for me, you're as good as marked. I'll move, I'll meet you someplace.
[Shaw pauses briefly, considering their options. He does have a point: having her pick him up where he'd been dropped not only marks her, but also makes him a sitting duck until she gets there.
That, and he's right. You can do a lot when doing a lot is your only option.]
Okay. But don't push yourself farther than you have to.
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[ A pause. This is, by Rust's estimation, the worst of it. ] He didn't talk til the end. Called me his new toy.
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What hurts the most? Any blood in your urine?
[Nothing broken doesn't mean no internal injuries. Hell, he'd probably be better off with a simple break than with something like damaged kidneys.]
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Listen. [ His voice slows. Emphatic, fighting for a moment of clarity: ] You come for me, you're as good as marked. I'll move, I'll meet you someplace.
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[ But there is a choice, of course. He's not sure what's kept her from pointing it out. ]
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That, and he's right. You can do a lot when doing a lot is your only option.]
Okay. But don't push yourself farther than you have to.
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[Or the Jungle Adventure equivalent, anyway.]
-- and a few days of rest.
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[ Of callsigns. ]